It's the last post of September, a month where, like most months, a lot of stuff happened, and I didn't pay attention to most of it because I find that after a certain point, crazy things start to feel boring. It doesn't help that I've stopped believing in society. If what I see online is any indication, soon I'll have company. 

The Worth of a Person

They say the worth of a person 
Comes from the things they give.
If that's the truth,
Then I want to be worth nothing.
I'm tired of a world that only takes
And never gives back.
Give me a world in which I am nothing
But a leech. 

   In order to escape from a failed Dreamworld, we first have to accept that it was never real in the first place. This is hard, especially if we don't have a backup, and I think that our world was purposely designed so there would be no way to have a backup Dreamworld. There are a lot of small, weak Dreamworlds, and they may be dismissed, but if I'm unable to live in our Dreamworld because it's no longer real enough to protect me from the Infinite, it's only a matter of time before people elect to live in these one's instead. Even a fool will leave when he's become unhappy. 

The Moment

 I wish this moment could last forever,
The moment before a change,
The moment before our time has ended
And we see into tomorrow.

I wish this peace could be eternal,
This peace that never was,
This peace that was only ever meant to exist
Within the depths of my heart.

     I feel that for humans, the Infinite goes deeper than it does for most of Earth's creatures. I think that when we get angry at a person with power, we aren't angry at the person wearing the mask that grants them authority, we're angry at those who gave them the authority in the first place. For every billionaire, celebrity, and great thinker, there are millions, perhaps billions, of people creating false versions of those they worship, beings of air and light who could be destroyed in an instant, some acting as decoys, others acting as proxy for the real thing. I can't help but wonder if the reason we force everyone to work isn't because we need to, but because if people didn't have to buy into the idea that power is special and desirable, everything the rich depend on would fall apart in an instant. 

Sunlight

 Cresting over the horizon
I see the sun rise,
I see the dawn of a new day.

Our world is in shambles,
Our old lives are over,
How dare I think that things might
Actually get better?

All around me
I hear people scream,
Hear them beg
To be listened to 
By those they put in charge. 

Within me
My heart is pounding.
I know we will fight.
I know we can win.
I know that those
Who claim to know our needs
Better than us
Will soon be ousted,
If not worse.

Cresting over the horizon
I see the sun rise,
I see the dawn of a new day.
A day when our hopes and dreams
May at last
Become reality.

Hear my call
My fellow inmates,
Hear me 
As I scream for a world
That will let me live
The life I want to live.
A life that will bring me joy 
At last. 

    Every once in a very long while, I'll get a view from someone I know can't possibly be me. It happens so rarely that I don't let it affect my writing all that much, but sometimes I pretend that one day my mystery reader will recommend me to someone who's exactly as weird as I am. I'm so niche that I doubt I'll go viral, but I started this blog with the hopes that it might help me find people who find the world as unwelcoming as I do. I hope, someday, to succeed in finding them. 

    One of the downsides of writing posts two days a week is that Friday winds up becoming your second least favorite day after Monday. Not because it's one of the only days I write, I actually write more on days when I'm not writing for the blog, it's just that someone could somehow find this, magically, and I feel the need to write something I don't mind people reading. 

A Cruise

 A boat out in nowhere,
Sailing the seas,
Its passengers lost and confused.

They say they'll have fun,
They say they'll be happy,
But from what I see
They just don't know where else to go. 

     Like most people, I don't think that we'll go extinct. I've seen the models, read the stories, and heard the warnings of the soothsayers, but that doesn't mean that I think it's true. It could be the one path we're meant to take, but even if I'm the last person alive, I'll never believe that it's the end until it's over. I don't think anyone, even the scientists, really think that we'll die out. The image of a world without us isn't a thing that we're capable of imagining. Because of that, I don't really think there's anything we can physically do to prevent the end. We can horde, we can grow, we can fight for our place, but we'll never, ever, be able to do the one thing that will stop us from dying out. Our future will forever remain in the hands of others, and in order to survive, we absolutely, positively, cannot accept this.